I'm gonna smoke until my teeth fall out,

suck custard out of doughnuts.

Do fantastic farts

in other people's cars

then pretend not to notice when they're choking.

 

I'm gonna drink myself to dregs,

smell of old eggs, inspect my dentures

in McDonalds

at the counter,

then deliver massive lectures about climate change and ethics.

 

I'm gonna burn,

I'm gonna rave,

I'm gonna can-can in my grave,

so dig me extra deep to make the space.

Dylan had it right

about the dying of the light,

I'm gonna shuffle off my coil in great disgrace.

 

I'll whistle endless irritating off-key tunes

in waiting rooms up and down the land.

When rage is all around me,

and every face is pulled,

I'll stop. And then I'll start it all again.

 

I'm gonna volunteer at the local Sunday school.

Tell the kids that Jesus was a commie.

Give them all a sharpie,

instruct them in graffiti,

then encourage dissolution of the monarchy.

 

I'm gonna burn,

I'm gonna rave,

I'm gonna can-can in my grave,

so dig me extra deep to make the space.

Dylan had it right

about the dying of the light.

Steal your neighbour's electricity at night.

 

I'm gonna go to jumble sales in my underclothes,

fumble with the jumpers, finger up my nose.

Put on every nightie,

dance around, all flighty,

then run for it with twenty layers stowed. 

 

I'm gonna buy an iphone and load it up with porn.

Take it to the vicar, ask him what is wrong

with the graphics

of the game

that I downloaded, thinking it was classic Donkey Kong.

 

I'm gonna burn,

I'm gonna rave,

I'm gonna can-can in my grave,

so dig me extra deep to make the space.

Dylan had it right

about the dying of the light,

I'm gonna leave this world in disarray.